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10-Story Detective Magazine Cover — page 39: Pulp Fiction, 1938

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# "Hoarder of Death" by Cliff Howe This is a story opening page from a pulp crime/detective magazine. The page shows the beginning of a hardboiled crime narrative about Captain Stone, described as an "office cop" willing to go undercover as a decoy against the "Shotgun Gang." The visible text introduces Traffic Officer Terence O'Keefe receiving a warning about the gang targeting a nearby bank, then depicts a radio patrol car receiving an urgent dispatch to a shooting incident on Lafayette Avenue. The illustration shows a 1920s-era automobile with armed figures, matching the crime-fiction subject matter.

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They called him an office cop. Yet Captain Stone was willing to go out and use himself as a decoy for the Shetgun Gang—whose chieftain was a successful .... Hoarder of Death By Cliff Howe RADIO ear pulled up be- side Traffic Officer Terence O’ Keefe. The driver leaned out and grinned at the griz- zled veteran. “In between dodg- ‘ing cars, Terry, keep an eye. out for the ‘Shotgun Gang.’ The bank down the street is red meat for those babies, Watch it as much as you can. Captain Blane’s orders.” ‘“‘Haven’t I been watchin’ it this past year?” O’Keefe demanded. 37. “What kind of a cop does that guy think I am?” The radio in the patrol car whined for attention. The announcer’s voice, crisp and vibrant, came out of the speaker. “Cars sixty-two, forty-one, seventy- five and ninety, attention! Go to one- three-nine Lafayette Avenue. There’s a shooting affair in the house. Step on it before some one gets murdered.” “That’s us,” the driver of the radio car announced. “We’re off! See you later, Terry.” With siren screaming, the car dart- ed away. O’Keefe sighed deeply, think- ing of his younger days. He began to com (@) "books